Number 1

When it happens it will Still on the journey, self-imposed, emptiness is a friend. Lonely, but not alone, as one we breath. In & out, the fear in my mouth, swallow it, the truth and the lie. A direct perception of reality is out of the question, but the answer lies in my spirit. Why? Well, how did this come to be? I never met life. I arrived too late, but it came back. Yes indeed. Now I'm living and I want nothing. Because having is the enemy.